I tipped my head back to Angus. “What do you do for work?”
“I do many things.”
Well, that cleared everything up. Could he possibly have come up with a vaguer answer?
“Such as?” I clarified.
“Such as paperwork, which I need to get back to.” Angus cleared his throat and rolled his eyes up to me. “So, unless there’s something else…”
I knew a rhetorical question when I heard one. Angus couldn’t care less what I had to say. Fine with me. Anything he had to say would probably be a lie. I’d get more information on my own.
“Have a good day,” I sang and walked out while glancing back at the filing cabinet.
I’d be seeing that later. In the meantime, I’d hide out in my room. Pretty school was done for the day. Assaulting the teacher wasn’t a great start, but, hey, now I had time to make a plan. It wasn’t like I could just walk into his office. Or could I?
I did live here, so it wasn’t like I’d seem out of place. There was nothing wrong with a girl looking for her stepdad. It was a perfectly normal thing to do, which was more than I could say for my room. One step through the door, and I knew something was off.
Everything looked right, yet it didn’t. Little things were off. Like the corner of my bedspread was flipped up, and my charger was unplugged. Someone had been in here, and it wasn’t creepy, morning sunshine girl.
She left this place immaculate. It was disturbing how good at her job she was. My pyjamas barely had time to touch the floor before they were put in the hamper.
I scanned the area for other signs and stopped when my eyes landed on the dresser across the room. The top right drawer was pulled out. Not much, but enough that I could see the edge poking out. Why would anyone be interested in my underwear?
That question was answered when I walked over to inspect it. The drawer was empty.
My face dropped as a sigh brushed past my lips. Did someone seriously come in here and panty raid me? No, not someone.
I felt my jaw clench as I twisted my neck to look out my open door to the one across the hall. Fucking Wyatt. Let’s see how funny he thought he was when the doctor was in the middle of a testicle retrieval surgery.
I charged across the hall, kicked open his door, and immediately regretted my actions.
Wyatt was on his bed, naked, with his dick in his hand.
And the asshole didn’t stop. He just smiled at me and sang, “Hey, sis.”
“Jesus Christ!” My hand flew up to shield my view. “Put that thing away.”
What was his response? “You’re the one who barged in here.”
Most guys would jump up and attempt to hide what they were doing. Not Wyatt. Based on the clapping sounds assailing my ears, he didn’t even slow down. I really needed to get out of here.
“Ever heard of modesty?”
“Ever heard of knocking?”
Okay, he may have a point, but I wouldn’t have had to come in here if he didn’t steal all my panties.
I held out my other hand and demanded, “Give me my underwear.”
Why I thought I’d be able to carry an entire drawer’s contents in one hand, I had no idea. I sure as hell wasn’t dropping my other arm, though. I got enough of my stepbrother’s nakedness in the album I’d found.
“What kind of panties are we talking about?”
Oh my god. “It doesn’t matter what kind.”
“I beg to differ. Lace might look good on your ass, but they’re rough on my dick. Especially when I get a really good jerk going.”
I don’t know if he grunted to reiterate his point or if this conversation was getting him off. Either way, I was done with his shit.
